The catastrophic chaos of final-year film students desperately trying to finish their thesis project—only for the editor to lose the entire freaking file.
A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.
soliloquy (or; please don't leave my cheeks dry and my mind empty)
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A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and...
On a lonely night, Aaron, a guy with a heart as empty as his fridge, desperately craved a taste of true love. So, naturally, he turned to Fast Food Jesus for help. Fate (or maybe just greasy miracles) led him to cross paths with a mysterious woman, as stunning as the dream love he’d been...
It all starts with him having to pitch a product to a client. The product is glasses. This turns into an action film where martial arts warriors battle it out, with the glasses serving as a game-changing power in the fight.
I find myself looking back at memories of the past, where the feelings I hold now have become nothing more than fragments of memory. Everything begins to overlap – who I am now and who I was then. As I walk through the forest, the voice of my past echoes faintly, just fragments lingering in the...